My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"The evil spirit on the jade statue is different from the lotus pond, the dowry, and He Yaoguang's injuries this time..."

That means it's not the same person.

Even a thousand years ago, the imperial concubine had never been heard of having such powerful accomplices. But if he wasn't an accomplice, why would he set up such a bureau to help support him and restore him?

Yan Conling sorted through the fragments of clues several times, rubbed the sore forehead and said.

"Senior Sister He is in the Sixth Prince's Mansion, and now there are several others that are more likely. The third prince and the prince were the ones who were frightened last time, and there was no accident. The imperial concubine's target should be the third prince..."

When she said this, she paused suddenly.

Ning Muting's uncle was a famous military general. He first followed Emperor Taizu to kill the demon concubine. He had the merit of following the dragon and is still prominent today.

"The frightened horse that time was revenge."

Yue Lingheng finished what she had not finished, "She will take revenge on more people. Probably no one who has ever been with Emperor Taizu will be spared."

There are many meritorious families in the court, and it would be unsettling for them to be like this.

Thinking of the secret about Ning Fengli... Yan Conling had an even greater headache.

"Then you have to keep a closer eye before you catch the fox's tail. The third senior brother has a good relationship with the third prince, so it is more convenient. Second senior brother, please pay more attention to the prince's side and the palace -"

The words paused, and she suddenly said in a deep voice, "I'll keep an eye on it myself."

With so many people and so much land, the target is the hardest to find.

The sound of carriage wheels grinding on the snow gradually stopped. The servant's voice came in from outside.

"Your Majesty, we are here."

Yan Conling lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage first.

After performing the act to the end, Yue Lingheng and Yue Lingheng, who were following closely behind, half-supported and half-stretched Ning Mingche down.

The young man was still holding her sword in his arms. He lowered his head and bared his teeth and said, "Hey, junior sister, you pinched the flesh of my arm..."

Yan Conling:...

The eldest prince had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. When he saw his son's nose and tears flying, he opened his arms and rushed towards him, "My son! My dear father! You are finally back!"

He has a large body, and with such a hug, no one of the three of them can run away.

Yan Conling turned around and looked at her second senior brother.

A hint of speechlessness appeared abruptly on his unchanged, paralyzed face.

It can be said that Ning Mingche was raised by his father. Even his diapers were changed by the prince himself when he was a child. How could he not care whether he would catch cold or heat?

Jiang is still older and hotter, and his acting is more exaggerated than them.

"Father..."

Ning Mingche's handsome facial features were twisted, and he spoke tremblingly, "You pinched a lot of flesh on my body..."

The great prince finally let go of his hand.

Pushing the three of them, "Let's go, it's cold outside, let's go in first!"

The room is as warm as spring, the fragrance is golden, and the faint scent of dipterocarps is refreshing and refreshing.

The maid gently brought the cakes and tea, and then quietly retreated.

"You all should eat more. It's a rare visit. These are all new from Baiweilou. If you like them, pack more and take them back later."

The eldest prince smiled blindly, and enthusiastically pushed the pastry towards the hands of the two of them.

"Ling'er has lost weight recently, and so has Heng'er, with dark circles under his eyes. Alas, that's what you young people are like, you don't care about it when you're busy. No matter how busy or important this matter is, you still have to take care of your health."

"What can be more important than your body? If you don't have enough money, just ask Che'er for it, and don't be reluctant to eat and drink. I don't have anything here, and I can't compare to other brothers, but I have a lot of money..."       Familiar murmurs.

Ning Mingche entered Yunshan when she was young, and Yan Conling had not yet grown up at that time.

In the first few years of separation, the eldest prince often ran to the mountains because he missed his son.

He comes with a bunch of stuff and is never empty-handed. They also have three portions of clothes and food, and they are actively fed.

Yue Lingheng was already a teenager at that time, and because of his background, he was not very good at accepting kindness from others, nor could he express it. But Yan Conling actually calculated that the eldest prince would drag away his half daughter.

"Ling'er is already married. Che'er and I are rushing him every day to hurry up. Heng'er, you are the oldest. You are already in your twenties this year. When will you bring a girl back to show us..."

Facts have proved that there is a reason why Ning Mingche talks a lot.

Daddy’s biological child.

"Your Majesty."

Yue Lingheng put down the tea cup in his hand and raised his cold eyebrows.

The eldest prince shrank his chubby neck and finally remembered one thing. Compared with others being his father, Yue Lingheng was more suitable to be his father.

"I asked you to run around the yard twice every morning after getting up and only eat one bowl for each meal. Did you do it?"

The great prince shook his three layers of chin and gave the most silent answer.

"I told you last time."

The young man had a sense of oppression from his elders, and his beautiful fingertips lightly brushed against the edge of the cup, "Excessive weight will put a burden on the internal organs, and can also lead to hair loss, asthma, and... ugliness."

To the great prince, the previous symptoms were considered a dead pig and he was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

But in the end this one hit the spot.

"How is it possible? I won over Che'er's mother based on my face!"

The eldest prince was not convinced and hurriedly tried to explain, "Just look at Che'er and you will know that I looked like this when I was young, exactly the same!"

Ning Mingche, who had his mouth half full of pastries, trembled when he glanced at his biological father's magnificent figure.

I couldn't swallow it anymore.

"Senior brother, from now on I will insist on practicing sword practice every morning to maintain the precious eight pieces in my body!"

Yue Lingheng nodded and said no more.

The goal of knocking mountains and shaking tigers has been achieved.

Yunshan's teachings to his apprentices are not strict. You can tell this by looking at the group of undisciplined elders. They are either travellers, foodies or drunkards, and all of them are good fishermen.

Everything else is casual and not forced, except that you have to practice sword practice for an hour when you get up in the morning. Among the several apprentices, Yan Conngling was the most diligent and Ning Mingche was the most undisciplined.

The eldest prince always dotes on his son.

Now that Ning Mingche has returned to the palace, the weather is getting colder and colder, so he has to give him a stick to prevent himself from slacking off.

Yan Conling held the tea cup, her eyes resting on the pot of red flowers next to the incense burner.

The Imperial Capital is located in the north. Logically speaking, there should be no flowers blooming in this cold weather, but the unknown flower in the pot is still full of vitality, like a cluster of bright flames, just like what she saw when she came to the palace last time in the hot summer. Nothing else.

Noticing her gaze, the eldest prince introduced with a smile, "This is what Che'er's mother left behind. I don't know what it is. It only blooms once a year. Whenever Che'er feels unwell, she will get better after eating this." Get better."

The origin of the eldest princess is a mystery. Ning Mingche is her own flesh and blood that she saved with her life, so she will never harm her.

Yan Conngling guessed that she belonged to the same clan as the busking father and son. It was normal for such people to have some secret and forbidden skills in their hands.